Comfort

As they continued talking, Noah's thoughts remained focused.

Amelia had no idea just how much potential she had, and that was exactly how he wanted it, at least for now. 

She was talented, yes, but also vulnerable in ways that made her easier to guide, and easier to influence.

But more than that, she had potential. More potential than she ever thought.

"And if I nurture that potential to sprout..."

With a gentle smile, Noah let the conversation flow, his words carefully chosen, his tone always warm and reassuring.

But deep down, he knew. This was just the beginning. Amelia's future was brighter than she realized, and Noah would be right there beside her—guiding her, shaping her path.

"And in time... she'll be more than just General Adam's daughter or the Admiral's granddaughter."

"She'll be mine."

Noah leaned back in his chair and smiled at Amelia. "Let's get some food, shall we?"